Ok, guys, let's stop with the "working out with Obama" stories. It was already creepy when the insane German woman worked out next to him and slobbered all over our president-elect ("he didn't sweat at all!" "toned arms and a strong back" "WHAT A MAN!"). Now, Philadelphia "musical director and choregorapher" Stepp Stewart breathlessly describes working out next to Barack Obama for NBC Philadelphia, and this one is somehow even worse. Stepp's amazing tale (all emphasis his), below:
This morning, I was late! I was gonna be on the treadmill (at the Philadelphia Sports Club on Hamilton Street) by 6. It’s more like 6:30.
I run. I’m done. I go to the shower, get all cleaned up and I’m just about to put my lotion on and I hear a rumor that someone is coming. Obama! And he’s gonna be here in 30 minutes!
Girl, I put my sweat-drenched, funky-smellin’ clothes right back on, got right back on the floor and started fakin’ a workout!
All the sudden, people are eyeballing the door. Here comes the secret service.Then here comes Barack, walking up with a baseball cap on. He stops at the front desk. All the sudden, there’s a line of people.
But here I was, sitting on a spin bike that was broken! It’s a prop. But it’s right by the door. I am faking it again, so I can have a good spot at the door!
I get off the bike. He looks me dead in the eye.
He shook my hand. I held onto it as long as I could.
We already consider Obama's exercise obsession his worst quality (Bush loved working out too and he was the worst president ever guys), and when it's combined with the idolatry we basically want to retroactively vote for Ron Paul. (Which we could do if it we just brought back the gold standard.)